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Friday, 18 December 2009

Coffee time's always like this at my place - isn't it at yours?Have just submitted this to Threadless so if any of you would like to vote for it to be turned into a T-shirt (& win me $2500) then please register & vote high!

Saturday, 12 December 2009

(Article by Michael Holden)I took my place in a hospital queue and a scene of two halves began tounfold. To my left a woman yelled Apprentice-level business drivelinto her telephone, while to my right three nurses assembled a plasticChristmas tree.Woman (indignant) “You haven’t spoken to them about it, you’ve justtalked to me about it, and I’m not the cog that needs to make thatprocess turn around!”Nurse 1 (straightening out collapsible branches) “How old is this thing?”Nurse 2 “At least as old as me, and I’ve been here five years.”

Woman “The message is Ian’s just back from holiday, and if there are35,000 emails in his inbox then we’re all in trouble… what I said toyou was there are four more files, which are big, messy, nasty ones,by the way. So you can’t just ignore them.”

Nurse 3 “Where does this bit go?”

Nurse 1 “Stick it in the middle”

Woman (almost screaming) “Well you make a start and thenI will finish it off…I understand that…exactly…anyway. Wecan’t do that until we know the value of all the pieces…it’s not agood idea, Andrew’s not into delegation… I don’t know. I’ve been herefor four hours… I imagine he will go berserk. I shouldn’t have to bepointing this out!”Nurse 1 (standing back) “What do we think of that then?”

Woman “Well, as I say, I thought you would have done somethingalready, but we’ll try and sort it out when I get back. Yes, I gotthat. I’m getting the fact that you’re unhappy.”

Nurse 2 (laughing) “Look at the state of it!”

Woman “Ok then, thanks.”She hung up and noticed the pitiful tree. It would take more than thatto make things better.

Saturday, 5 December 2009

(Article by Michael Holden)I could see the man at the next table was having a hard time from the way he held his drinks-for dear life, it seemed. He stared into the middle distance with an air of furious sorrow and swallowed beer in great mouthfuls, around a third of a pint each time. At the end of his second something like relief came to his face and then he was joined by a friend who bought another drink to his table.

About Me

Steve May is an animation director & freelance illustrator based in London (UK).He was born in sunny Hastings & spent his childhood drawing lots of things & discovering interesting ways of injuring himself.